spent the evening in geneva, ny, with a friend from college. manish was one of my closest friends back in connecticut. this was the first time i met his wife and kids. we had some delicious chicken biryani cooked by his wife and talked about the good old days, in a mixture of urdu/hindi and english, as desis are wont to do. his youngest son reminded me of my nephew when he was younger. i showed manish my son’s picture and he couldn’t believe it. he remembered celebrating his first birthday. it was such a pleasure to reconnect after so many years. ah, how similar we continue to be, we indians and pakistanis. borders don’t change a thing.
